Simon reported his Sainsbury delivery van was on the way, so once he’d unpacked the Scandinavian avocado and Grimsby quinoa he’d be ready for a pint at somewhere new and exciting over the river. Simon lives in the hipster quarter (over-40 section) of course and would normally have been found in the Forty-Five Vinyl Cafe… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK
Tag: North Yorkshire pubs
FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN
Getting closer to actually meeting the great BRAPA now, so I had my artisan tea/supper (falafel wrap from Harrogate Co-op), finally booked into the Heworth, and did York. York was in the grip of Chris Norman Fever during my visit. Would Chris do the original, or would the chavvy York crowd demand the Roy “Chubby”… Continue reading FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN
RESIGNED TO MY FATE IN HARROGATE
Harrogate cost me about £9 to get to, and it wasn’t worth it. In fact the “pubs” were so dull I nearly skipped them completely, except for 3 reasons; US “Dave” Southworth will ask me about Harrogate in about 4 months time, and I’ll want to refer him back here, Something odd happened involving bar… Continue reading RESIGNED TO MY FATE IN HARROGATE
MORE TREMBLING MADNESS. AND PLUM PORTER IN YORK.
Next up in York was what we call a speculative pre-emptive (ASP), which I bumbled to via this impressive building. The new, second branch of the House of Trembling Madness would be a shoe-in for the Guide in Yeovil or Yaxley, but in York is has stiffer competition. HoTM (1) was an early indication, along… Continue reading MORE TREMBLING MADNESS. AND PLUM PORTER IN YORK.
BOWIE & BOMBARDIER ON THE YORK BORDER
Time to go north, the Proper North where folk get home deliveries from Sainsbury and where locals can spell “kappachino” if not pronounce it. Yes, it’s York. Almost. At 13:00 I was in Waterbeach, probably sulking. By 15:55 I was parked up in the Heworth Inn, ten minutes walk from the walls, with a pint… Continue reading BOWIE & BOMBARDIER ON THE YORK BORDER
SETTLE DOWN
No, not the rare James B side, but a rarer Settle tick that I couldn’t really take offence with. Last time here, Jimmy Anderson and Root were adding 198 for the last wicket against India, and I had to superstitiously hop on one leg up the hills or risk breaking the partnership. Five years later… Continue reading SETTLE DOWN
RICHMOND REVELATIONS
No. not that Richmond. I need trauma counselling after a trip there. This is the real one, home (well, close) to a recent CAMRA Pub of the Year and generally considered one of our great towns. Now, that is a beautiful bit of Ordnance Survey, but I’d never quite got it, till last week.… Continue reading RICHMOND REVELATIONS
THE SUB-£2.50 PINT LIVES, AND IT’S NOT SAM SMITHS.
I draw you in with the Sam Smiths glass and lacings, only to let you down, perhaps. Next up, Marton-in-the-Forest and Martin-in-the-Pub. Well, Stillington, strictly. Your typical north-of-York village, with everyone either away doing a pointless office job or stocking their larder for the coming apocalypse (postponed). Excellent Village store serving chunky sandwiches and posh… Continue reading THE SUB-£2.50 PINT LIVES, AND IT’S NOT SAM SMITHS.
GASTROHEAD REVISTED
Day 3 of my Grand Tour round North Yorkshire, and we’re in sight of Castle Howard., ancestral home of top pub ticker Si BRAPA Everitt (possibly) and only a few miles from the home of Bad Kitty. Of course, Brass Castle once again wasn’t open, which is why it’s in the Beer Guide. The Howardian… Continue reading GASTROHEAD REVISTED
THEAKSTON TAP BRAINSTORMING
2 hours is a long time to kill in Masham, so I continued my aimless wander looking for pictures of sausages in French berets, and quirky old fashioned delis. My hopes were high for the Yorkshire ham sandwich at Reahs Deli, but wafer thin ham slices in a cheap brown roll just made me… Continue reading THEAKSTON TAP BRAINSTORMING
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